The First Time
by DanielSWUK
Copyright© 2026 by DanielSWUK
True Story Sex Story: the first time my new wife strays. An update to an old true story
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Cuckold First .
First time she strayed.
(This is a re-write of an old true story, “Short Skirt” about when my wife first strayed in our first year of marriage.)
“That’s not short!” Snorted our new friend Ian, as my wife paraded in front of us. Joy stopped and looked at us all. I was sat grinning and Sarah, Ian’s wife was too.
“You said you were going to wear a short skirt to the party” Ian continued to wind up my wife.
My wife stood before us in a blue suit with a skirt about two inches above her knees. It showed her long legs off really well and I knew she felt good in it.
“Not short enough eh?” She shot back at him, “you just wait!” With that she stormed from the hotel room and disappeared.
The three of us laughed as she left and wondered what would happen next. It had all started when we arrived at the hotel a week back to find that there was a celebration party in the hotel for the guests. It was the tenth anniversary for the present owners and they were having a lavish bash.
We had met Ian and Sarah early on and got on really well with them. I had watched Ian looking longingly at Joy from our first meeting. He kept stealing looks down her cleavage and at her legs whenever he had a chance.
One night after sex, I quizzed my wife about him.
“Would you fuck Ian if you got a chance?” I ventured.
“Mmm maybe, might be nice to get him between my legs and just let him fuck me,” she replied and I got hard again...
The skirt thing had started because we had all been talking about what to wear. Ian had badgered her into wearing a “Short” skirt and Joy had said she had intended too. Ian clearly thought it wasn’t short enough!
When Joy came back into the room we all sat stunned. She had cleverly pinned the skirt up until it was just decent enough to go out in, if you had the bottle!
“Now you’re talking girl!” Grinned Ian, “fabulous legs!”
“Like it?” Joy queried as she strutted in front of us.
Ian and I just ogled my wife and it was Sarah who spoke.
“Wear that and you might get more than you expect!”
We all giggled and Joy said, “OK, this then and if I get a little extra, then so be it!” and left the room.
I was a little embarrassed and glanced across at Sarah. She had slipped a hand into her man’s lap and was gently stroking his erect cock through his trousers.
Sure enough, on the night of the party Joy wore the skirt. When we entered the ballroom, we spotted Ian and Sarah right away. Joy was watched by most of the men present as we moved over to Ian’s table. He watched her intently; his eyes fixed on her long legs.
The party was filled with guests some in nice revealing outfits like Joy’s but none quite as short.
Sarah had a cocktail dress on which exposed her nice cleavage. It wasn’t long before the dancing started and Ian monopolised my wife neatly. I was dancing with Sarah and she had let me get my leg between hers and was rubbing her pussy on my leg. I was hard and turned on by her hot breath on my neck as I held her close. At one point Sarah lifted her head from my shoulder and said, “Mmy husband is going to fuck your wife tonight.”
I was a bit startled at her openness but looking at them dancing it was clear she was right. Ian had Joy on the floor holding her close during a slow number. His hand had moved round onto her firm ass cheek and was pulling her hard against his crotch. They were slowly moving to the music in long slow grinding movements and it looked as if they were having sex on the dance floor.
I looked at Sarah and waited.
“Don’t you mind my husband is going to fuck you wife?” She said.
“She has never strayed before. How do you know she will now?” I replied.
“That’s how he dances with me and I can never resist. He always fucks me when we dance.”
“So?” I continued.
“So he has wanted Joy since the first time he saw her and she will let him fuck her tonight.” Sarah was so simplistic about it.
“Don’t you mind?” I asked.
“No, as long as he comes back to my bed.” She seemed happy.
I decided to chance my arm and said, “Why don’t we fuck too?”
Sarah giggled and said “Sorry, but when he has fucked someone, he likes to come back to me and fuck me. Maybe tomorrow? He will want her again and I’d like you to fuck me.”
Resigned, I looked back to the dance floor.
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